"Queen Mother, you can't do it!" Yu Jingrong hurriedly stopped.

"I wonder why?" Empress Dowager Li asked puzzled.

Zhu Changrun is the son of her niece Li Jingfei, who died early, and she brought him up with her since she was a child. It can be seen that he likes this Miss Yu next to him, and he wanted to be the master to fulfill him, but he didn't expect the other party to refuse.

Yu Jingrong couldn't resist Zhu Changrun's warm invitation, so he had to enter the palace with him, but he didn't like him.

It's just that no matter what the considerations are, these can't be said in front of everyone, so he excused himself: "Back to the Queen Mother, my grandfather's mourning period has not yet passed, and the courtiers don't want to mention marriage now." ”

Empress Dowager Li looked at her from afar, although it was her birthday and she was not wearing white clothes, but it was also a plain light cyan, and between these gorgeous clothes, there was a bit of vulgar elegance.

This is the so-called "clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving".

Empress Dowager Li gathered her mind and said apologetically: "It has been less than two months since the death of Elder Yu Ge, and Miss Yu is determined to keep filial piety for him. ”

"The Queen Mother is serious." Yu Jingrong hurriedly bent down and saluted her, without looking at Zhu Changrun's face next to her, and slowly sat down.

Then, there was a new round of singing and dancing performances, toasting and celebrating.

That scene is much more spectacular than what Jiang Shu has seen in TV and movies before, and if you make a metaphor, it is like a big tree and an inconspicuous seedling pulling out mountains and rivers.

Of course, maybe it's just the difference between being there and watching the fire from the other side.

The birthday feast lasted until the bell rang at the right time.

Riding back to the house in the carriage, Jiang Shu felt tired and sleepy, simply washed up, and fell asleep.

"Miss, Miss......" In the haze, a faint voice came from his ears.

Jiang Shu slowly opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at her, but because he was too sleepy, he turned over and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

Jiang Shu slowly sat up with his sore body, ready to get the skirt at the end of the bed, when Ping Qian, who heard the movement, walked in from outside: "Miss, you're awake." ”

Jiang Shu nodded slightly and asked, "What time is it?" ”

"It's already three quarters of a day." Ping Qian replied with a smile.

"So late? Didn't I tell you to wake me up in the hour? Jiang Shu couldn't help frowning.

She promised Concubine Li Shun to deliver a letter for her last night, and she wanted to send it early this morning, but she didn't expect to sleep until three o'clock in the morning.

Ping Qian looked at her innocently and said, "Miss, the slaves have called you several times, but you are too heavy to wake up." ”

"Well, I'm wrong about you." Jiang Shu hurriedly raised his hand and patted her arm to comfort her, and then ordered, "Ping Qian, go get some water for me, I want to get up and wash." ”

"Miss, what are you doing in such a hurry?" Ping Qian asked a little puzzled.

These days, usually when there is nothing to do, the young lady sleeps until noon.

Jiang Shu smiled at her: "It's nothing, it's just to go out of the house to do something, that place is a little far away, and it can't be too late." ”

"Miss is going out of the house again?" Ping Qian couldn't help but be a little worried, "Even if the old lady can't always run out except for your grounding, how dangerous it is outside!" ”

Every time she thought of the assassination she had suffered under the stage near the drum tower, she felt terrified and panicked.

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